Golden Birdies

Those little golden birdies look at them



And the mystic Egypt tossle dangling down

Old sleeper-man shish, don't wake him

Up one hand broom star was an obi-man

revered throughout the bone-knob land

His magic black purse slit creeped open,

Let go flocks of them



Shish sookie singabus

Snored like a red merry-go-round horse

And an acid gold bar swirled up and down,

Up and down, in back of the singabus

And the panataloon duck white goose neck quacked

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